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eyes, he also had a sturdy chin, rugged jawline, and a
mouth that looked like it was inviting her to kiss him. His lips were slightly
pouty, and she loved that in a man.  Gwen wanted to tackle him to the floor and
kiss him right there in the library.  She knew, however, she had to keep her
composure.
    "Hello?
Hello!" Brock called out.
    "Huh?"
a stunned Gwen responded, as she snapped back to reality.
    "You
know my name, but may I ask yours, dear?" Brock said silkily, taking a
seat right beside Gwen.
    "Oh…sorry.
 My name is Gwen," she replied, with a shy smile.  His use of an
endearment thrilled her and she had gone from having a crush from afar to being
in grave danger of falling in love at first sight.
    "Very
nice," said Brock, peering into her eyes deeply. "So what do you
think?"
    Gwen
looked at him, confused by his question. She started to speak, but only
stuttered.  She had no idea what he meant, and she was starting to get nervous.
 Gwen knew what she thought about him, but was that what he was asking?  She
didn't want to sound like a young, brainless girl, but then again she felt like
one at the moment.
    "My
new book.  How do you like it?" clarified Brock, giving her a wink and a warm
smile.
    "Oh!
The book is great. Just started reading, but I love it," Gwen said
happily, thinking he must be used to women going flighty around him.
    Brock
was happy to hear that.  It was flattering for any author to hear praise
firsthand from an avid reader, or in this case, a student.  Then again, praise
from such a young beautiful lady like Gwen made his ego and libido swell with
excitement.  He was in his late thirties, a Science geek for most of his life.  Now
he was a researcher and writer, putting him in the public eye.  It was a huge
boost to see that there were actually beautiful, intelligent women interested
in his work, and possibly in him as a man.           
    Brock
placed his hand on Gwen's thigh, flashing his sexy smile.  She looked at him
with a mixture of fear and desire, not saying a word.  It felt good to have him
touch her, yet she knew they were in a library, so she was confused by his
intentions.  Good thing there weren't many students around now, and that she
was seated at a corner table with her back to the wall.
    "Can
you tell me about your book?  I mean, I'm doing a report on it for Chemistry
class and since you’re here it would be great to get quotes directly from the
author,” asked Gwen, trying to keep the focus on her work as much as possible.
    Brock
smiled, loving her straightforwardness. "Sure, I can do that for you. I'm
here to help you any way I can."
    He
proceeded to look deep into her eyes while lecturing her on the finer points of
his latest book. Gwen jotted down notes while he spoke, almost forgetting about
Brock’s hand still resting on her thigh.  She tried her best to concentrate,
despite the effect his velvety voice and close proximity was having on her.  He
was radiating scholarly charisma, and a few times Brock chuckled on her
account, as he noticed her penmanship got a little sloppy.  He knew what he was
doing to her, just as she did too.  It seemed neither of them cared, although Gwen
was trying to take advantage of the fact that the author was giving her some great
information she could use for her research project.
    They
sat at the corner table in the school’s library until closing time. The
university’s librarian ordered all the students out, and also Brock, giving him
a friendly wink.  Brock moved his hand away from Gwen’s thigh when she had
approached their table.  It wasn’t every day the school had notable authors visit,
so this was a big deal.
    “Are
you hungry?” asked Brock, as they slowly walked out of the library together. “I
know of a quiet restaurant not too far from here. If you would like to have
dinner with me, that is.”
    “Sure,”
answered Gwen, going weak in the knees. “I would love to.”
    “Excellent.
 My car is just